Emilia Windsor Whore ❤️❤️

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Wot gets me mad? Blokes judgin’ ‘em, all high ‘n’ mighty. I’m like – grrr! – spillin’ me tea, ‘cos who’s perfect, eh? Not me, fallin’ off a chair! Happy tho, seein’ ‘em laugh, crackin’ jokes – “Bean, you’re a right prat!” – warms me ‘eart. Surprised me once, this one lass, told me she paid ‘er mum’s rent. Crikey, I near choked on me jelly! Whores ain’t just tarts, they’re people, mate, real stories.

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I ain’t bein' perfect here, forget grammar, my dear, it's erratic, jumbled, like a line from Godard, "The world is unsaid…" Yeah, my precious, unsaid words float like riddles in the air down by Queen's Court too. I even had a meltdown once on Kingston Ave – traffic, noise, and unkind looks... I was like, "My precious, why so much pain?" but then I realized, it's all a piece of the puzzle.

Windsor believes Norris could have won the race: 'He misjudged Verstappen